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Carbonated Pineapples?

By my logic, I'd think this wouldn't be a very good idea, because I don't think the acidity of pineapple would go well with the carbonation at all.

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ADHD + Math = Huh?

I'm slow, not stupid. Yes, there is a difference. I can make all the connections a "smart" person can, it just takes longer because there's like 5 extra steps to every problem because my ADHD brain can't compartmentalize.

This math problem, for example:

15

×20

_____

Now, most people would probably look at this and do it the way taught in school. Multiplying the top ones place by the bottom ones place, then multiplying the top tens place by the bottom ones place, etc, etc.

When I try to solve this problem, I think, okay, so,

1 - 15

2 - 30

3 - 45

4 - 60

5 - 75

6 - 90

7 - 105

8 - 120

9 - 135

10 - 150

150 × 2 = 300

15 × 20 = 300.

On a really good day I might stop at 75 and go, 75 + 75 = 150, 150 × 2 is 300, 15 × 20 = 300. If I were smarter I could even simplify it to 20 × 5 = 100, 100 × 3 = 300, 15 × 20 = 300. However, that probably wouldn't occur to me unless the 20 was on the top of the problem because I read them top to bottom.

Taking all of this into account, Algebra is Hell. You want me to do what?

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What I say: I'm tired.

What I mean: I'm one emotional breakdown and a missed night's sleep away from being three self destructive raccoons in a shitty trenchcoat, please help me.

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This is a callback to something that isn't even relevant anymore that I talked about, like, over a year ago.

So! Update on the not eating thing! Among 'the things I've been diagnosed with during the last 8 months' are ADHD, Depression, Chronic Fatigue, and really fucking bad allergies. Allergies that are so bad, in fact, that the reason I have trouble feeling hungry and wanting food is caused by a near constant drip of sinus drainage into my stomach. Ew. Gross. So, between my stomach not being able to process that very well, and the forgetfullness that comes with Exhaustion/ADHD/Depression, my food intake/appetite is nearly non existent. Which is a problem. To combat this, and all my other health problems, I now have to take medications. It's hasn't even been a year and I'm already sick of it. Maybe if I could go to therapy I wouldn't have to take quite so many, but I still haven't got my driver's license, (stupid hard-to-see left turns), and I can't have my dad or brother take me because they both have work AND they have to take my sisters and I to work and college classes respectively. I've gone off track though. Point is, if I can just manage to take ALL my medications consistently and on time, then the allergies should lessen and I should be able to eat better then. Trust me, it's not as easy as it might sound.

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It's officially Fall, the basement floor is cold.

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Jello is Evil.

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Oh yeah, should probably mention I quit my job. I couldn't keep up with college classes while working, even part time, so I quit. I'll get another job at some point but probably not anytime soon.

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Ah gardening, isn't it just wonderful? I wouldn't know considering that when I finally found the time to dig up the spot where I want to put my flowers I found a fire ant nest. So, instead of doing the digging and planting my flowers like I'd planned, I have to spend the next few days waging war against a pile of ants. Great. Just fantastic. Ugh.

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I swear I must have been a mantis shrimp in a past life or something, because there Aren't. Enough. Colors. On. The. Damn. Spectrum.

50 shades of Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple, Brown, and Grey, sure. But that's it. My brain is weird and it doesn't let me put two of the same color next to each other in certain cases, but it doesn't make adjustments for shade. So I'll be coloring a butterfly or something and heaven forbid I make a line green if it's near enough to a spot that's green, or it'll look weird. Even if they're two different shades.

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Crosswalks are fucking terrifying.

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Work posting isn’t working.

So, once again, I have completely and utterly failed to post this on a Saturday. I just, have absolutely no grasp of time. Which is probably why it’s been over 6 months since my last work related post. 

No, I did not get fired. Life happened and I didn’t have time (and when I did have time I didn’t care, so...) to post about much of anything. I also stopped taking notes a few weeks in because this was nowhere near being on my list of priorities. At all. Honestly, this was a neat idea at the time, and I may post things about my job here and there in the future, but I have too much other stuff to juggle to try documenting and posting about the daily incidents around the workplace every week and I’d much rather use tumblr for posting stupid shit anyway. (if I can even be bothered because apathy’s a bitch.) 

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Just accidently knee'ed myself in the thumb. Don't ask.

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Ok, So, once again I have failed to post this on Saturday and I am starting to think the reason I've missed it so far is because I want to post it on Saturday.

Anyway, Week three of my first job: got overwhelmed and over heated, ended up having to go to a back room and sit with some big ice packs to cool down. Apparently I need to drink more water and eat more protein. (And food in general)

Went to Casey's and bought a dozen doughnuts at 2:30 in the morning.

Made another aquaintance.

I hate grease more than stickers at this point. I can tolerate stickers just please don't give me grease again.

This time it was a mix of not braining the guy I was working with and avoiding getting hit myself.

Hydration is hard when you have to work quickly. By comparison, falling behind is unfortunately easy.

You know how I mentioned pulling a muscle in my right shoulder? Last night went a bit like this:

*my left shoulder starts aching in a vaguely similar way to the pain in my right*

*my thoughts* "how about you not do that?"

Luckily, I did not pull my left shoulder, I was just very achy all over the place.

I've started sewing my middle initial on some of my clothes for identification purposes. Don't question it.

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Week two of my first job Shoulder acted up again, need to use heat, cold, and Biofreeze.

Putting stickers on things is the worst because of how specific you have to be, while there are people waiting on you.

Some Random guy thought I looked Russian. I am not Russian.

Person who was supposed to be helping me left and didn't come back, the jerk, but it was okay because it was a job I could do relatively well on my own, another guy on the line helped me out, it was a job I didn't mind doing, especially for my last shift, and I got to end it early with "We're Not Gonna Take It" sending me off.

I reiterate: Polyfoam. Is. The. Worst.

Found out I had Thursday and Friday off and Thursday was PTO.

Forgot to mention in the first week that one of the people training me sounds a lot like Drew Carey.

This is the second night in a row that I've had to keep from braining one of my co-workers.(pretty sure it was the same guy.)

This place is so loud I'm contemplating learning sign language.

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Ok, so, I meant to post this on Saturday and I didn't but because of the nature of what posting I'm just going to pretend that I did.

Week one of my first job I managed to pull a muscle in back of my right shoulder by doing something that was a Bad Idea, I made an acquaintance or two, and learned how to use a rivet gun. I also decided that it was unfair for the cafetaria to have chocolate milk because when you're working in 90+ degree heat, dairy is taboo.

Edit: polyfoam or whatever the fuck it's called is the absolute worst thing ever invented, is another thing that I learned.

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My brother has a thing against pop and "modern" country, and often makes disparaging comments about the music I listen to because I'm over here not knowing how music is classified into genres just listening to whatever catches my ear, sometimes not even paying attention to the lyrics. I'm fairly certain that I don't just listen to pop and modern country but apparently to him all the music I ever listen to falls under the same banner unless he recommended it. I'm getting a little tired of his attitude, he's been condescending and dismissive since he moved back in.

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I don't eat a lot. It's just a fact. Either I can't be bothered to fix something because I'm lazy or I just don't feel like eating.

The one meal I always consistently eat is Dinner because me and my family all eat dinner as a group so it's kind of a habit.

The thing is, I just got a job. I took the night shift. For valid reasons I don't feel like sharing. And starting Tuesday, I won't be home for dinner. I had enough trouble packing lunches when college was in session because I couldn't find anything that I wanted. I have a feeling dinner will be the same.

So, I may actually be in trouble now, because between sleeping through breakfast and outright ignoring lunch, not having dinner may very well screw me over.